Chapter Fourteen #3
Okay, they believed that she did it, but he didn’t know that, and he wouldn’t if they did this right. If he wanted to confess or give them information regarding his other sins, well, they would use that to help them.
At her words, immediately, he started sweating.
Profusely.
While they had him over the fire, Bishop went there.
“Our friend here is a PI, and unfortunately for you, he’s psychic. He can tell when a person is lying or telling the truth by reading his aura. Feel free to test him out. Go ahead. Play stupid games, Doctor, and win stupid prizes.”
The man stared at Hart but said nothing.
Yeah, and he didn’t have to. Bishop knew what he was thinking, and not because she could read minds.
She knew criminals.
“Oh, he’s legit,” Bishop said. “He just signaled you didn’t kill her.
Which is good for you, but still bad because we all know you were sleeping with a patient who was ALSO a married woman.
Wynter was married to a man who is pretty wealthy and has some influence in this city.
I wonder what is going to happen when he finds out,” she said, hoping that never happened.
Yeah, the man was really sweating now. There were drips of perspiration running down his neck below his shirt collar. They bet he didn’t see this one coming.
Get a warrant their asses. If he wanted to play hardball, they were breaking out the big guns.
As predicted, he lied.
“I didn’t sleep with her.”
Hart sighed.
“That is a lie. He absolutely was sleeping with her.”
That was when Leon began stammering, and that told them that once again, Hart had nailed it.
“Oh, Doc, you’re digging the hole,” Bishop said.
“Hart is NEVER wrong. In fact, he used to be a cop, worse for you, a detective, and he used his gift to help people by finding killers. You’re not winning this one.
Our suggestion is you answer our questions and stop lying.
That only makes us believe you’re hiding shit. ”
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, it was clear he’d made up his mind.
“He’s clearing his aura,” Hart said. “He’s decided to come clean and hope we’ll give him mercy.”
The man ignored him.
But it was clear that rattled him, too.
“You’re absolutely right. I was having an affair with Wynter. Truthfully, it started accidentally. It started after her husband began his affair.”
Oh, boy.
A whole lot of dirty laundry had been aired out here. It was clear to Bishop that Wynter had NOT been okay with what happened in the static.
Because Lucian and Ridge had just consummated that relationship on this plane not that long ago.
Like yesterday.
Hart lifted a brow.
“He is telling the truth according to what he’s been told. He isn’t lying.”
Well, shit.
“Start at the beginning,” Bishop said, making him walk through all of it so they only had to do this once. “She was coming to see you because of post-partum depression, correct?”
He nodded.
“Yes. She called me right after her baby was born, and we started therapy and meds for her severe depression.”
Bishop kept going.
Who knew how long they had before this dude clammed up?
“And you had her on Zoloft?” she asked.
Again, he nodded.
Apparently, he wasn’t going to pull the ‘doctor-patient privilege card’ at this point in time. That was likely because he was scared shitless.
Now they were grateful because they’d been willing to pull the ‘we’re having a press conference and letting your name slip’ card ASAP.
Her partner was curious.
“When did you cross that line?” Honor asked, trying to stay neutral, but what she wanted to do was punch the man for preying on women who were having issues.
Because she doubted that Wynter was the only one. Predators liked to prey, and this doctor was using his skills to find those weaknesses.
No.
Doubt.
He didn’t hesitate.
“We didn’t at first. Instead, she started therapy not long after she gave birth. She asked that no one know, simply because Wynter did not like anyone up in her business.”
Well, yeah.
That was common when you were married and cheating like she was.
This was a hard place to be in for them. They loved Wynter, and now, they were finding that she hadn’t exactly been the person they thought she was.
This was a difficult place to be.
Leon kept talking.
“We were good with one visit a week. She’d come in, usually after telling the people she worked with she was grabbing lunch for everyone, so she could hide the appointment in her day.”
As soon as he said that, it registered to Hart.
Jesus.
Hart knew she did pick up lunch twice a week, and he did the other three days.
She’d insisted they split the task, and he’d never suspected anything.
“After one visit, she burst into tears, telling me that her husband was having a gay affair with a co-worker.”
Oh, boy.
“I consoled her, and one thing led to another.”
Bishop went there.
“When? You keep skipping over that part.”
Yeah, and they knew why.
“It was four months ago, roughly.”
And that was why.
This was a LONG-TERM affair, and not some slip-up. To keep that going, and no one to know, took one thing.
Sneakiness.
This was damn difficult since they all knew that Lucian and Ridge’s relationship in the static had been the catalyst, and while Wynter had a right to be upset, she could have just told the men.
This was…extreme in the way of payback.
“There is your answer. I’m not lying,” he admitted.
Hart nodded.
“He’s not.”
Well, this was exactly what Bishop had thought happened. Wynter had lied to her husband about being okay with it and chose this path. In the process, it caused her depression to stick around and could have made her a target of this because of it.
There was a solution the whole time.
Had she been honest, Ridge would have never carried on with it. He loved her so much and would have stopped if it meant her heart or that connection in the static.
Damn.
“She kissed me, and the rest is history,” he stated.
Yeah, Honor didn’t buy for one second that this guy was the ‘victim’. He was setting the narrative to benefit him while Wynter couldn’t defend herself.
PERIOD.
“Hart, did she kiss him first?” she asked.
The man didn’t hesitate.
“NOPE.”
As soon as Hart said that, the man flushed red as he was caught in a pretty damning lie.
Someone had been the predator.
“We warned you that he’s a walking lie detector. Again, as a refresher, Leon, he’s staring at your aura, and he can see the subtle changes. When it gets muddy, he knows,” Bishop reiterated in case he planned on saying later he didn’t know.
Oh, he knew.
The man gave up.
“Fine. I kissed her, and we had sex in my office. She panicked and wanted birth control pills, so I got her a prescription. I can assure you that Wynter wasn’t coerced into sex. She was into it. This went on for four months, and there was no end in sight.”
Hart hated that he didn’t lie. Again, according to what the man knew, he was being honest.
When Honor looked at him, Hart shared.
“He’s telling the truth.”
He pointed at him.
“See?”
Bishop didn’t play games, and she was to the point.
“From here on out, you’re going to tell us everything, and you’re not mincing words.
You’ve lied twice, and on the third one, we bring you in for questioning—officially.
That’s going to entail making you do the walk of shame in handcuffs into the office across the square. Are we clear, Doctor Kenyon?”
He nodded.
“Keep going with the progression of this affair,” Bishop stated.
As he contemplated, he looked scared about the scenario that she’d just described.
So, he spilled it.
“It was too risky having sex here. Wynter was loud, and my assistant’s desk is not far from my office. I suggested a motel next time.”
Honor was curious.
“Why did you opt to continue a relationship that you knew was problematic. Oops, it happened is very different than a four-month tryst.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Because it was the best sex either one of us ever had, and we didn’t want to stop. Wynter told me repeatedly that it fulfilled her, and she didn’t want it to end.”
Hart had bad news for the ladies. They weren’t going to like this.
“He’s not lying.”
Bishop knew what that meant.
Clearly, Wynter had told the man that, and he believed it. This was getting uglier and uglier. It was sounding less and less like she was being forced, or tricked, and more and more like she wanted the affair.
God.
Damn.
It.
The man continued.
“That was my way of giving Wynter an out after what had happened. I was allowing her a choice in the matter. Instead of saying no, she wanted in. In fact, she made the reservations at the motel. Not me. I would show up, and we’d have sex and then go our separate ways—like yesterday.”
Bishop had so many questions.
Many she didn’t want to ask.
“Did she feel guilty?” she asked. “Because she had a husband and child at home.”
Oh, boy.
The anger in her voice was palpable, and Hart got it. She was going to have to tell Ridge, and that was going to suck. To help his friend, Hart put his hand on her back, and she calmed down.
The question was hearsay, and they all knew it. It was getting murky because the man wasn’t in Wynter’s mind at the time, so he couldn’t say for sure.
Only, he answered.
“Not that I saw. For Wynter, she told me that what was good for the goose was now good for the gander. She was angry, and that’s understandable. As a woman, her husband was finding comfort with a man. It made her feel…less than attractive.”
Well, shit.
Ridge was going to be hurt by this.
Big-time.
“I offered to kill the therapy sessions, since she was my patient. Instead of wanting that, she wanted to meet once a week for therapy, and once for sex. It was beneficial to both of us since we meshed in bed.”
Honor lifted a brow.
“What do you mean ‘meshed’?” she asked.
He didn’t hold back.
“Wynter is…was very submissive in bed, and I like a submissive woman. Our sexual needs were both fulfilled, and thus, the best sex we’d ever had. She knew what she wanted, and I wanted the same. We both looked forward to the meetup.”
Bishop was curious.